The more she lived as a woman’s body, the more Fei Bi felt that men were such easy creatures to manipulate.
As long as you mastered a certain method, understood the male heart, there was no resistance in controlling them.
And in manipulating men, women had a unique advantage.
All you had to do was create a narrative where “only someone who does X is worthy of a woman, only then is he a qualified husband who loves his wife,” and men would naturally flock to that standard.
Those with lovers and those without would strive desperately toward that goal.
A boss scolding “Why are you so lazy? You have no drive!” ten thousand times can’t compare to a wife saying, “It’s okay, I believe in you. You’ll definitely succeed. The man I admire never gives up halfway.”
Take now—if she threatened the Hero with the prince’s identity: “The road ahead is difficult. Careful you don’t lose your nobility,” it would probably only provoke his rebellious streak and make him fight even harder.
But if she used the identity of a gentle woman to persuade the Hero: “You’ve already done so well. It’s not that you’ve fallen or quit, but that things are impossible. I feel for you, big brother. You should be kinder to yourself…”
Even if the Hero didn’t listen, he would absolutely lose his fighting spirit.
And once his ambition wore thin and his former ideals turned to dust, he would naturally seek a new anchor.
Whether that anchor was pleasure, luxury, or a fight to the death… she would have won.
She had successfully removed a threat to the Empire.
Joen stared deeply at Fei Bi.
At this moment, he was indeed wavering.
He couldn’t help but follow Fei Bi’s train of thought: Am I really pushing myself too hard?
Are the ideas in my heart really so naive, absolutely impossible to achieve?
He didn’t know if they were naive or right.
But he truly felt a deep “exhaustion.”
He was like a soccer ball, kicked around by everyone.
The Empire Capital had become a wild field of tens of thousands of square kilometers, and he had been flying around cluelessly for ages, not even knowing which goal he was supposed to enter.
In his daze, Joen’s brown eyes flickered.
For a moment, he really wanted to give up and think more about realistic matters.
“Hmph!”
A cold snort came from not far away.
Liya rode Pika as she jumped out from the flower bushes.
The golden “electric rat” carried its Queen, hopping proudly in front of Joen.
Joen’s heart suddenly regained peace.
All his worries, all his anxiety, all his loss and sorrow were squeezed out by the joy of this reunion after a short separation.
In the depths of his heart brushed by the breeze, only delight and surprise remained.
“You idiot, not going home late at night, chatting with your own security guard? And the advice from that security guard—can you listen to it?”
Liya glared at Fei Bi, clearly being sarcastic.
So obvious that even Joen could sense it.
Joen bent down, making it easier for Liya to climb up, while gently tapping Liya’s little head and softly persuading, “Lily, don’t discriminate against any profession.”
“I’m not!!”
Liya jumped onto Joen’s shoulder, hugged his ear, and rubbed it ecstatically twice.
Then she stared at Fei Bi and said meaningfully, “I just treat all ill-intentioned, low-class security guards equally—the kind who act polite to the master but actually want to sleep with them!”
Fei Bi’s face instantly turned red, her teeth grinding audibly.
Sure enough!
This damn Pupu was nothing but a troublemaker!
“Big eyes go buling~buling~ bright. So what were you two talking about? Can you share it with Lily?”
Liya turned her head toward Joen.
Without hesitation, Joen laid out everything—today’s experiences and his conversation with Fei Bi.
“Oh?”
Liya turned and shot Fei Bi a meaningful glance.
This girl… she didn’t come with good intentions.
Joen couldn’t hear the hidden seduction in Fei Bi’s words, but how could Liya not?
Sometimes, gentleness is venom, and kind words can be blades.
Once a person takes a step back for themselves, everything becomes a retreat.
Sure enough, Fei Bi was the Second Prince’s “inside line.”
Otherwise, she would have had no reason to say those things, inciting the Hero to give up.
Liya had no interest in saving the Doom Victims, but she was very interested in messing up these Empire people’s plans, and she was bold about it.
She leaned close to Joen’s ear, her hostility causing her soft peak to brush against Joen’s sensitive earlobe nerves.
Then she sharply pointed out the key:
“Idiot! The reason you have no place to start, getting kicked around by them like a ball, isn’t because you did something wrong, but because you’re blind!”
“Blind?”
Joen was taken aback.
“Right! You don’t know how things actually work at the grassroots. You don’t know where that money really went. You don’t even know what those priests do every day. You’re up on high, hearing only what they want you to hear, seeing only what they want you to see.”
Liya stretched out her little hand, grabbed a few strands of golden hair near Joen’s ear, and casually braided them into a flower.
“It’s lonely at the top, dancing with shadows—how does that compare to being among the people? Since you feel fooled standing high, let’s go down for a trip among the mortals.”
Joen seemed to understand.
The confusion in his eyes gradually faded.
“Lily, you mean…”
“Incognito inspection!”
Liya grinned slyly and tossed the golden butterfly knot she had just braided back.
“Since they say the money is gone, let’s go see where the money actually went. Only by seeing the actual flow of cash can we determine whether the losses are reasonable and how to recover the money that leaked out.”
When Fei Bi heard this, her heart skipped a beat, and her expression shifted slightly.
This Pupu really knows!
Not good.
What the hell?
Is some demonic being descending to mess with me?
Investigating the Church is one thing, but what if one day the Hero gets wise and starts tracing the clues back to her side…
That can’t be investigated!
What if something actually comes out?
Where would the Empire’s face go?
Where would the Second Prince’s face go?
And even the King’s dignity…
Fei Bi’s palms were sweating with anxiety.
Her brown eyes darted around.
Finally, she shamelessly grabbed Joen’s arm and begged earnestly:
“Brave One! Please! Take me too! I also want to share your worries!”
She was determined to join the Hero’s team and work hard on investigating the Church.
Then, when the Hero became suspicious of her true nature, she would confuse the issue and lead him astray.
She absolutely could not let him uncover the truth!
“You?”
Liya gave Fei Bi a meaningful look.
Her first reaction was actually not to let Fei Bi go.
After all, Fei Bi had already shown her hand as the Second Prince’s spy.
Taking a spy along on a incognito inspection—what was this, filming Detective Di Renjie?
But then Liya thought again:
A spy in plain sight was the dream pack mule!
This girl had a mission, so she could go anywhere, take any blame, and even be squeezed for work.
Was that still a spy?
“Fine. We could use someone to carry the bags.”
Thinking that, Liya agreed casually.
Fei Bi: “…”
Why did she suddenly have a bad feeling?
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